> Amy's got a baby in her stomachShe took my hand I felt it kickSo she's crying an glowingShe's 3 months and showingSeeing her now makes me want to liveBut her man's got an angry mouthHe once told me to rot in hellHe's poisonous, reasonless,Demons and JesusIf he died it'd be just as wellSo I'm having it out with the rainIt argues so long and so loudIt keeps tapping and talkingWe're walking forever on 1st Avenue headed SouthAnd all the traffic lights blurInto a bright bouquetMy heart is in mothballsIt's been packed awayAnd I can't get to it no wayUntil the Birds return for spring cleaningAll the traffic lights blur into a bright bouquetI wish I could just turn and walk awayBut I can't do it no wayUntil the brids return for spring cleaning
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